DAMON FOX
“You’re mine, Maia.”
Since those words left my mouth unconsciously, my eyes have not given in to sleep. The exhaustion I feel after taking everything I could from the florist seems to fade in the face of my shock.
I’ve never been a fan of the feeling of possession of one person by another. My grandfather always treated us that way, and my father did the same with my mother. It was never pleasant. It was never appropriate, and it never did us any good.
I have never witnessed a feeling of possession that was good and fair, so I would never give my life to another person. However, the fact that it came out unconsciously does not change my obvious desire to say it.
I am not my grandfather and I am not going to change the situation to one that only Fox women know. I simply wanted
